Aug 27, 2005, 07:31 PM | ||
Don't you remember what he said as he was giving us directions?
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Aug 27, 2005, 07:34 PM | |
I guess. If he doesnt we could always tie him up and drag him off and trade him back for whatever we traded the cola for. Possibly for even more stuff if they consider the alien attached to his head as a seperate item.
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Aug 27, 2005, 09:14 PM | |
I took the toy Canadian and the can of cola and put down my knife and the rusted pogo stick. “That’s everything,” I said merrily, “Let’s go leaving.” With that, I exited the building, Shuriken behind me. I took out my map and tapped the image of the distant city island. There was a flash of light and the two of us landed on the pier.
We continued north a ways from the pier until we reached corner with the hotel and bakery. The man was still here, with the giant alien demon vampire still latched onto his head. He wiped the blood off his face and waved to us. “Here,” I said, “take this carbonated beverage!” I grabbed the soda and thrust it towards the man. “Wow, thanks! This is just what I needed!” he responded, opening the can and taking a swig. “I’d feel bad just taking your soda, though.” He reached into his back pocket and removed a wallet, pulled out a huge bundle of money, and tossed it to me. The size of the bundle seemed to surprise even Shuri. “Thanks,” I said, looking at a nearby wall in awe. The wall was made entirely out of concrete. “No prob.” Obvious exits were the road going west to the park and Magic Academy, the road going south to the pier, the entrance to the hotel, and the entrance to the bakery. Inventory Code:
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Aug 28, 2005, 01:27 AM | |
We're rich now.
![]() Waste $50 million on room service at the hotel. |
Aug 28, 2005, 03:34 AM | |
Don't listen to WR.
Well.. maybe check back on what the rest of the party is doing in the academy or what's it and possibly make a sarcastic remark about what THEY have accomplished while you earned ten billion Canadian dollars. |
Aug 28, 2005, 03:54 AM | |
...what are we supposed to do?
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Aug 28, 2005, 03:55 AM | |
Open the door on Isle of Darkness, I think.
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Aug 28, 2005, 06:09 AM | |
Was the man canadian or did he just happen to have canadian money? >O.
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Aug 28, 2005, 11:25 AM | |
I need compass directions, Faw ;o. The game started sucking before when I made it a series of disjointed places that were somehow connected.
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Sep 1, 2005, 12:42 PM | ||
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Hijack a car and go for a joy ride.
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Sep 1, 2005, 01:43 PM | |
I assume he's ignoring you till you give an INTELLIGENT command.
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Sep 1, 2005, 02:04 PM | |
Go into the hotel, and do an impersonation of marvin (the paranoid android from Hitch-hikers Guide to the Galaxy). But don't tell anyone it's an impersonation.
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Sep 1, 2005, 03:32 PM | |
It's easy to miss you amid all these people who want us to wander the world, throwing bricks at people and robbing banks and acting like robots and all sorts of henious things.
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Sep 7, 2005, 05:54 PM | |
Because I have some other things I want to spend my free time on now (what with school and all) Risp will be acting as Temporary DM again. Listen to Risp. He has maps that consist of squares connected by arrows and stuff. Risp is your master =|
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Sep 7, 2005, 06:02 PM | |
Also remember that I have school, so I can't reply 24/7. But I still can reply more then Rad, who has LAZY. Or is busy. Or something.
"Let's go off, off to the magic academy!" I proclamed gleefully, and started striding purposfully west. A brilliant idea then struck me, and I slowed down, looking for a brick. Failing to find one, I decided that the best way to find one would be with it's cooperation. "Hello, Mr. Brick. Where are you?" I shouted at the top of my voice, and I'm sure I would have gotten an answer if the ferret, whatshername, didn't grab me and drag me the rest of the way to the teleporter. She started to rant to me in length about something about wasting time or something like that, but it wasn't as important as my musings on the startling lack of brick attendance in this area's schools. I decided to inquire later to the mayor about passing equal rights laws for bricks, then realized Sammie or whoever was trying to get me to step into the circle with the glowing lights in it. Though I was not, as I must have already said, a fan of flickering lights, I decided to touch it to humor her, and suddenly... the city had run away and left me in Scholar Sam's academy! Taking a deep breath in preperation to protest this unprecidented departure, I stopped and thought about how sophisticated my inner naration sounds when I'm mad. Sadly, that cooled me off and once again limited my vocabulary. I decided that I might as well use the deep breath to proclaim something. "Hey, people! I have obtained ten billion canadian dollars! Look at how much richer I am then you all!" I stood there for a moment, basking in the glory of now being the richest person in the whole room. Araches was angrily saying something about exchange rates and inflation, but she was just jealous and to be ignored. I turned and looked at the white thing out the window, now blue with the dying lights of the teleporter. At least it was properly wordless with admiration. I turned back, and saw that everybody was once again reading that one book, or making meaningful looks between me and the airlock. I decided that the reason they hadn't been awestruck was because they hadn't been able to take in my declaration the first time, so I tried again. Taking a deep breath, I shouted "Hey, people! I have obtained ten billion canadian dollars! Look at how much richer I am then you all!" Still no awestruck looks. I turned once again to the window. I turned back. I took another deep breath. Araches slapped me. Last edited by Risp; Sep 8, 2005 at 12:05 PM. |
Sep 8, 2005, 12:04 PM | |
Billion*. >O
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Sep 8, 2005, 12:05 PM | |
Corrected.
...you notice that, but not the actual spelling mistakes?
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Sep 8, 2005, 04:53 PM | |
Enter the teleporter and wonder how I got this stupid. Warp to the Isle of Darkness.
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Sep 8, 2005, 05:09 PM | |
I pressed the little black Isle of Darkness drawing on my map, and then Scholar Sams academy blinked out of existance around me and the real, life-sized Isle of Darkness appeared around me. I found myself on a beach of sinister snow, and with a massive and heavily made door built into the cliff face to my east. That door reminded me of a wall, because walls don't have handles and so didn't the door. I looked around, but I was alone. I congraduated myself on my brilliant move of going off without warning, so I could work my amazing observational skills without the distractions of all those other people.
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Sep 9, 2005, 12:25 PM | |
I made a snowball, and then tapped the magic map with the hand with the snowball. I appeared in Super Ultra Uber Megatropolis, and walked my way to the bakery. As I was putting my map away, I noticed it was wet with admiration for me!
My eyes were met with a few dozen pies, each on a velvet cushion, artfully arranged in a jewerly case. They were golden brown, with luxiourously flakey crusts, and steamed as though freshly baked. Each had a tiny golden sword sticking out with a price tag on it, though many just had "you don't want to know" written on the price tag. Lounging around the room were a large crowd of various snooty-looking people chatting, and behind the counter was an old, regal-looking man. He was wearing a purple baker's hat with a crown-like pattern on the bottom, a deep red cape, a giant golden sword on his back, and other various needlessly-expensive-looking clothes. He seemed to be haughtily ignoring me. |
Sep 9, 2005, 01:17 PM | ||
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Sep 9, 2005, 01:28 PM | |
One person wanted to try to get into the Isle of Darkness. Another person wanted to find Sam. It's not so much that you don't have objectives as that you don't persue what you think to be objectives.
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GENERATION 22: The first time you see this, copy it into your sig on any forum and add 1 to the generation. Social experiment. <i>"This picture shows me that the gray bird man is just a bully and picks on smaller birds. Just because he has no friends and takes it out on others smaller than him to look good. I can see in the parrats eyes that it does however have a understanding of the gray bird man and is upset about getting cut."</i> - Speeza on cartoon birds. |
Sep 9, 2005, 03:07 PM | |
I walked to the jewelry case, and tried to open it to get at one of the pies inside. The store owner drew his golden broadsword. I threw the toy canadian at him, and he cut it in half in midair. A toy ca and a nadian dropped to the ground. "If you want a pie, thief, you must pay for it!"
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Sep 9, 2005, 03:50 PM | |
Present your ten billion dollars and offer to buy the store. If he refuses, ask him what his name is, and if he has a pet.
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Sep 9, 2005, 04:02 PM | |
I took out my ten billion canadian dollars, and presented them to the store's owner. He started to laugh, and took out a pie and pointed to it's price label. "This is the ultimate pie, our cheapest. It costs ten billion and one dollars. I'm sorry, sir, but how can you buy out our store if you can't even buy one of our pies?"
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